"Don't you know how much I drink?" An Zhisu asked.

Song Jiaren raised his hand: "Well, only half a bottle of wine, you can't get drunk. Is that Ye Lancheng sick? Before today, he can't remember who you An Zhisu is. Marriage is not a child's play, follow this Isn't it enough for a strange woman to get married? ""Hmm ..." An Zhisu thought for a while: "From my observations of mental patients for so many years, Ye Lancheng doesn't look like a mentally ill person. And he seems to have really considered it before he proposed to marry me. Yes. Let me think, he was about ten minutes silent. "

ten minutes?

Song Jiaren rolled her eyes: "Well, for a president of a consortium that costs a few million yuan a minute, it can take ten minutes to think about marriage matters. It is really prudent."

An Zhisu also thought so, otherwise she would not use prudence to describe the ten minutes of silence.

"What about you, did you agree?" Song Jiaren calmed down and drank again.

"I don't know if I should agree. In reality, marrying him is the choice that maximizes my interests." An Zhisu said.

For a good friend of more than 20 years, she doesn't need to say half of the rest. Song Jiaren also knows. As a witness who saw the suffering and torture she had suffered in the past five years, Song Jiaren knew that marrying Ye Lancheng was the best choice for An Zhisu.

"No matter what choice you make, I support you." Song Jiaren put his shoulders on the shoulders of a good friend and said seriously: "Zisu, this time, I can definitely help you to reverse the case. I will spill on you Dirty water, all cleaned up. "

An Zhisu's eyelashes flickered a little, but it was restored in just one second. At this second, she seemed to be firm in her thoughts, drank the glass of wine in one breath, and she spit out a voice with a spirit of wine: "Jia, help me prepare two more agreements."

......

The next day, An Zhisu, who had slept until three days above the sun, woke up briefly, and then, with the agreement that Song Jia was rushed out last night, took a taxi to the famous Bund East Lake villa area in S city.

Although An Zhisu hasn't been here for five years, she has lived here for ten years, so when she walked familiarly to a villa, she couldn't help but sigh that she had a good memory.

After ringing the doorbell, a babysitter came to open the door soon. The babysitter was very face-to-face and had not seen An Zhisu. She looked at An Zhisu from top to bottom, and seemed to want to judge An Zhisu's identity through the clothes.

However, An Zhisu disappointed her. What she wore today was just a suit she made five years ago, which differed from the dress style of the ladies by ten thousand miles.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Presumably, An Zhisu was not a famous lady, and the nanny's attitude was not very polite, with a high taste.

"Ambow." An Zhisu reported his name. "I'm looking for Ambow."

"You're looking for our husband?" The nanny was surprised: "Do you have an appointment with our husband? Our husband didn't see everyone casually." The nanny looked for the male master of the family as soon as she came up, Can't help but be a bit alert.

An Zhisu sneered, having lost her patience with her nonsense, she pushed her away and walked towards the villa.

The babysitter stunned before responding, and shouted, "Hey, why are you so impolite, how can you break into someone else's house? You go out, and I will ask the bodyguard to throw you out."

The babysitter's shout stunned the other babysitters in the house, as well as the bodyguards responsible for security. Almost as soon as her voice fell, several black bodyguards in the villa had blocked An Zhisu.

"Miss, please go out." A bodyguard was kind, but he heard the tone with a warning.

An Zhisu stared expressionlessly at the startled nanny and bodyguard, none of which was her familiar face. It seems that the past five years, one after another, the original old people of Anjia have been replaced. No one in this family knows that An Zhisu is the right lady here.

"What's the noisy, don't you know Mr. is having a video conference?" Between the deadlocks, a reproachful female voice passed down the stairs.